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MASTERLIST
Shotgun (Benji Kaplan x Reader)
Sweater (Ted Lasso x Reader)
The Boot Room (Ted Lasso x Reader)
Exhale (Michael Robinavitch x Reader)
Casual (Jake (SWOP) x Reader)
You've Got Mail (Ted Lasso x Reader)
Backstage (Alex Novak x Reader)
Take a Seat (Frank Langdon x Reader)
Arts and Crafts (Frank Langdon x Reader)
Claim (Ted Lasso x Reader)
Click Series (Oscar (Colossal) x Reader)
Click (Oscar (Colossal) x Reader) Part 2
Dress Code (Oscar (Colossal) x Reader) Part 2
iloveitiloveitiloveit (Oscar (Colossal) x Reader)
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A/N: The long awaited sequel to Sweater! Felt the urge to finish it yesterday and here we are.
Sweater
Warnings: MDNI 18+! Language, Fingering, Oral (fem receiving), Clit Stimulation, Nudity, P in V, Dirty Talk
Word Count: 1,584
You could barely comprehend how you ended up in this position, everything had moved so fast. You had woken up, sleep still clouding your vision as you got dressed, barely giving it any thought as you pulled on Ted’s usual navy sweater. It was an innocent act, even when you stumbled into the kitchen, sans any shorts or sweats, bare legs on full display. It wasn’t like you had anywhere to be.
Didn’t question it as you heard Ted rummaging around upstairs, a ‘crap’ or ‘shoot’ coming through every now and then before hearing another door or drawer shutting. You just sipped your tea and scrolled on your phone like nothing was wrong, because for you, nothing was. Then you heard the footsteps of him coming down the stairs. And suddenly he was at the counter, staring at you in his sweater with a look in his eyes that you should’ve recognized from the get-go.
Hungry.
Now here you were, on the kitchen counter, panties discarded, with Ted on his knees between your thighs. The noises filling the walls around you were near obscene, slurping sounds that you’d never imagined outside of the four walls of your bedroom. But you were far too distracted to care, hand moving down to hold onto Ted’s hair, a grunt leaving him as you tugged the strands. The action seemed to spur him on, his fingers quickening in speed inside you while his lips on your clit sucked harder.
Every part of you wanted to pull off the sweater, sweating beginning to cover every square inch of skin. The heat mixed with his ministrations nearly making you light headed, but he was very clear with his earlier instructions- sweater must stay on. And as much as you’d love for him to punish you, really show you who’s in charge, you knew he didn’t have time for that. Realistically in that scenario, he wouldn’t let you cum and strip you of the sweater himself, wear it to work. He’d work all day in the sweater, smelling of sweat and you, knowing you were at home, wanting and waiting for him to return. Where, even when he did return, it was still unlikely that he would allow you to come without you begging. And he may not even give in then.
As much as you loved the long game with your boyfriend, you wanted to come and you wanted to come now. And if the coil quickly tightening in your core by the second said anything, he was desperate to make that happen.
Like he knew exactly what you needed, Ted added a third finger to the mix, leaving kitten licks on your bundle of nerves that had you falling over the edge. With an open mouthed, guttural moan, you orgasmed on his tongue. You nearly saw stars with the force of it, hardly even realizing it when he stood back in front of you, wiping a hand over his now glistening mustache.
“Darlin’, I swear you taste sweeter and sweeter by the day,” he mumbles, hand coming up to grip your jaw before pulling you in for a hard kiss. Letting out a surprised whine, it turns into a satisfied sigh as he forces his tongue into your mouth, tasting yourself on it. He kisses you like he owns you, like he’s staking a claim, and you have no complaints.
His free hand trailed lower again, hiking up the navy fabric to around your waist. He tapped a finger on the skin there before pulling out of the kiss. “Do me a favor and hold that there a second.”
Your shaky hands went to hold the fabric up without question, watching as he unbuckled his belt. Popping the front button of his khakis, he pulled them down just past his butt, boxers following soon after. With his cock in full view now, you felt your mouth water, wanting to get on your own knees for him now. He must have seen the look in your eyes, chuckling before grasping your jaw again, giving it a small squeeze. “Appreciate the thought, but we ain’t got the time. Now open those legs wide for me, pretty girl.”
Not even realizing how you’d been slowly shutting them, you opened them wider, watching as Ted closed the already limited distance between you. With one hand on his cock and the other moving to your hip, he stared down at your pussy with an almost admiring look behind his eyes. He let out a low whistle, just staring as he moved the head to rub over your entrance. You were tempted to protest before he slowly began to enter. Letting out an almost embarrassing high whine, you gripped his arms, looking for anything to keep you present. It was the same familiar stretch as always, but you never quite got used to it.
When he finally bottoms out, a grunt escapes him at the contact, leaning forward to press a firm kiss to your forehead. “Fuckin’ feel like a dream, sweetheart.”
That’s all you get before he begins to move.
He starts with shallow thrust, but you’re smart enough to realize they won’t last long, especially considering the time. You want to warn him, say he has to leave soon, but one rough thrust tells you he’s more than aware. One hard thrust turns into another before he’s started a bruising pace, hand moving down to draw rough circles onto your clit. He’s mumbling sweet things, some things down right crude, mouth moving to your neck while all you can do is let out helpless moans against his movements.
“Standin’ in our kitchen wearing this fuckin’ thing,” he barely gets out, tugging at the hem of the sweater with another rough thrust, “just beggin’ for my cock.”
Your thoughts are fuzzy, but you manage to get out, “I didn’t know-”
Another thrust stops you, making you gasp.
He lets out another chuckle as he keeps moving, both hands on your hips now while he sucks a bruise onto your throat. “‘Didn’t know’ my ass. Y’know what it does t’me when you wear my clothes.”
You can’t even process a response, arms going up to wrap around his shoulders, pulling him somehow closer. Head tucked into his neck now, you’re letting whine after whimper escape you as his thrusts speed up, getting sloppier by the second. He was getting close, you could tell by the way his low grunts kept growing and growing in pitch.
Breaking the spell you both seemed to be under, Ted’s phone began to ring on the counter. Your eyes snapped to it instantly while Ted was more than pleased with ignoring it.
“T-ted, your-”
He just shushed, another harsh snap of his hips following. Once glance could simply see that he was already late to practice, and Roy Kent’s name was lighting up the screen. Maybe you didn’t know Roy well enough, because Ted didn’t seem to be feeling nearly the same level of anxiety from seeing that name.
Sensing your unease, one of Ted’s hands sprung up from your hip to your jaw again, forcing you to look at him. “Just a name on a phone, sweetheart. Now look at me when I come, yeah?”
With his breathy tone and his hair falling into his eyes, you would’ve done anything for him in that moment. Giving him a short nod, another moan broke through as Ted found your sweet spot, punishing it over and over again. Satisfied that you wouldn’t look away, his hand went back to your clit, clumsy motions continuing there to spur you on. It hardly took long before you were pushed over the edge again, crying out, forehead bumping with his.
“C’mon, lemme see those eyes.”
You didn’t even realize they were closed. With more effort that you planned, you opened your eyes to meet his. Sweat fell from his temple, drawing a line down the skin of his face before he gave you a shaky smile. One more thrust and he was done for.
He let go with a broken moan, hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside of you. The silence that followed was short, only filled with the sounds of both of you struggling to catch your breaths.
Ted’s eyes snapped up as you tried to move away a little, playing with the neckline of the sweater, wafting it to get some cool air. The action seemed to get his mind out of post- sex thoughts immediately, hands quickly going to grab the hem and pull it over your head.
“Guess I made you wear this ol’ thing too long, huh?” Discarding the sweater to the kitchen floor, it was like he forgot what was underneath. His eyes went straight back to their hungry gaze, looking over every inch of newly exposed skin.
It took one smack to his shoulder for his eyes to be diverted back to you. “Sorry, sorry, a man gets distracted. Here, let me just…”
He gingerly took your hand, helping you down from the counter, watching as you stumbled a bit. Letting you rest on his chest for stability, he begins to guide you to the stairs, making the trek to your bedroom. “Let’s get you in the shower.”
You figured he was just helping you to the bathroom before you noticed him undoing the buttons of his own shirt about halfway up the stairs. “Ted, you have to-”
i hate that when you try and look up shit for writing purposes it starts linking suicide hotlines and addiction advice articles like bro i just wanna know the information im not killing myself i promise. now tell me what i wanna know
being a kid and hearing adults say stuff like "woah 2011 was 4 years ago haha" didn't really convey the fucking horror of a youtube video crossing my recommended labelled "9 years ago" and it's from 2017. that's not true. 9 years ago is 2010 or something. don't lie.
